Don’t Grow Old
Do you catch my note from air-
“Don’t grow old”, though I’m far?
It might take long from now
Before I reach to take your hands.
Keeping
in store those precious gifts
That nature endowed abundantly,
Will you wait a virgin demure
Still for me in celestial form?
Loyal as the central rock
Which keeps the earth in royal shape,
Like Leda upon the Swan of old
I shall descend to your blessed bower.
Dr. Abraham Karickam
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